That Day Is Special

By Timefather67

I can see my fears invading,

All of the things I once love.

I can see my paradise fading,

Being grab and taken away by the big man who lives up above.

If I just want to, I will fade away,

With all the things that I made yesterday.

There will be nothing in my way.

As I try to make all the things in this world stay.

When the ground splits open.

And takes away all of the things I fail to save.

Then I will stay here and remain broken.

As the man from above repeats the words that he once spoken.

On that day I became a slave.

I feel his presence still near me.

Will I ever be set free.

Will the shackles continue to make me bleed.

Will these blindfolds still prevent me to see.

The truth that remains in the creed.

These plucked wings are still flapping.

But I can't reach the sky and see who's clapping.

Is it the man in the sun that is trapping,

All of the stars that used to be his saplings.

I was once one of them.

But now I am just the zero-sum.

Is there a way that I can run.

Away from him, behind the sun.

Staring down a loaded gun.

Doesn't sound good but it may be fun.

This day may be over and done.

But that is if I stop and stare at the sun.

And admit that I am wrong.

So he could make me move along.

Without any worry at all...

I am the son.

And I am gone